Overheated
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Heat
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey's been working in the heat all day.
040: Heat
Stacey sat down with a very unladylike groan. She felt awful. Overheated. Miserable. Dale sat next to her and kissed her cheek.
"Don’t touch me," she moaned. "It’s too hot."
Dale drew back a little. She threw her gloves on the floor, kicked off her boots, and started unbuttoning her shirt. He watched her with obvious interest.
"Oh, is the air conditioner on?"
Dale got up to check. It was set to 72F. He bumped it down a couple of degrees and went back to Stacey, who had situated herself directly under the vents. He smiled. She sighed.
"Is that better?"
"Yes."
"What have you been doing?"
She groaned again. "I mowed the lawn while you were minding the shop and Janet came over and we worked on the Leapfrog in her shed all afternoon and the A/C is on the blink and it’s so hot!"
"Poor baby," he murmured.
"I need a shower," she whimpered.
"I do, too. Shall I carry you?"
She blushed and held her arms out feebly to him.
"Poor baby," he said again. Scooped her up and carried her to the shower.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Heat
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey's been working in the heat all day.
040: Heat
Stacey sat down with a very unladylike groan. She felt awful. Overheated. Miserable. Dale sat next to her and kissed her cheek.
"Don’t touch me," she moaned. "It’s too hot."
Dale drew back a little. She threw her gloves on the floor, kicked off her boots, and started unbuttoning her shirt. He watched her with obvious interest.
"Oh, is the air conditioner on?"
Dale got up to check. It was set to 72F. He bumped it down a couple of degrees and went back to Stacey, who had situated herself directly under the vents. He smiled. She sighed.
"Is that better?"
"Yes."
"What have you been doing?"
She groaned again. "I mowed the lawn while you were minding the shop and Janet came over and we worked on the Leapfrog in her shed all afternoon and the A/C is on the blink and it’s so hot!"
"Poor baby," he murmured.
"I need a shower," she whimpered.
"I do, too. Shall I carry you?"
She blushed and held her arms out feebly to him.
"Poor baby," he said again. Scooped her up and carried her to the shower.